It was Agatha’s favorite time of day, dusk. After her teaching duties, she stealed away to the docks. While mutti cared for John. She stayed until the golden light turned Gray.
She sat, watching seagulls move from the ocean to the river. They seemed so carefree, soaring high above North Sea, then dipping down to taste her waters.
Agatha wished she was carefree. There was a tightness in her throat, a pressure in her stomach. Her eyes felt heavy like they’d seen too much. She shivered, but it was not the fog of the water that made her cold. Germany of 1930 had frozen.
Walking the cobblestone streets back to Herr. Fincom’s house. Agatha noted the change. Curtains were drawn, no laughter floated from open windows. There were few people in the streets. Those she did meet, did not look her in the eye. There was a suspicion that was not present even just last year.
She saw their thoughts on her their face. This one looks young. She could be a member of the Hitler youth, better not smile. She could report me. the streets of bremerhaven had always been so inviting to agatha. Now, there was not enough love to go around